Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow, but I got time today
After-market speakers in the Saturn
Beater, but they can't catch her
Binoculars to they peepers, wire tap sound like Buju Banton
Firetrap is the only exit where I'm standing
Cold lampin', bed-Stuy, I got one eye on them guys
The other on a crumbling mansion
If it's gon' get gentrified, I'm not tryna leave it empty-handed
Blue-eyed white walkers in King's Landing
The way I'm running, should be kissing babies and glad-handing
I'm running routes, trees and patterns
I'm walking in the streets 'cause the rats is madness
Veneers on the teeth like, "Nigga, we made it"
Wreathed in gas, I'm a carburetor
Every time things going good or having a laugh
Have to remember God's a hater
Crocodile tears for ten years plus don't do me no favors
Dinner party with the neighbors, their apartment's renovated
Skate wing, brown butter and capers, sprigs of thyme
Heavy pours of natural wine
I turn the music up incrementally and told mischievous lies
I whispered in the host's ear all night
I hear they found him in the morning
Hose run from the exhaust pipe
